Is this a good vampire story? Am i a good writer?Should i contiune with my story writing?
Question by love_bites: Is this a good vampire story? Am i a good writer?Should i contiune with my story writing?
Hey i really want to be a novelist when i grow up, am i good enough to be a novelist? Cuz my best friend kept on telling me that i suck and that i should burn all of the story that i had ever wrote..Yeah it kind of hurts and it brings me down alot. So tell me .
Exactly one hundred years ago. A beautiful girl lived the life of a princess. She had everything, everybody adored and loved her but she wasn’t happy. She felt empty; she didn’t appreciate anything that she was born with.
So fate decided to twist her charm of good luck, for she was so ungrateful and so lucky that, even her angels agreed that she must be taught a lesson.
I can’t really remember it anymore. Clear images of my memories had weakened with the time. My story has begun long ago, but I’ll take you back to the very nights that had changed my whole existent.
It happened on a very breezy night. I was at the ball with my cousin Luke.
Tons of elegant beautiful peoples filled the huge room, which beamed with bright lights and was filled with lovely music, aside from the soft low chatters. So many different highly expanse brands of perfumed polluted the air along with the sweet sense of the hundreds of burning candles.
I was wearing my favorite purple dress. My dark brown hair was tied up beautifully with dozens of pretty pearls and pins.
Everybody greeted and welcomed me warmly as they passed me by.
“Hello Miss Chester, you look as beautiful as ever.” The men complemented me.
“Camila darling, have you seen my nephew?” The women laughed and giggled.
“Please give your father my regards.”
“Please do tell Mr. Chester about my offer.”
I pretended to smiled and replied back formally.
As the single child of William Chester, I was the only hire to his wealth but I held no interested in neither my fathers business nor his wealth.
My cousin Luke cuts through the crowd, as he walked toward me.
“Camila, do you want to dance?” He smiled widely showing his gleaming teeth.
“Sorry…I’m not feeling well tonight…but you should go and enjoy the rest of the dance.” I suggested.
He dropped his gazed and tried to hold his smiled, “Perhaps maybe later I could take you home.” He offered.
“Of course.” I smiled.
He smiled back and cut his way back towards the crowd.
I took one last glanced at the crowd and the ball and stepped out into the dead silent night.
I wasn’t sure why I’ve decided to walked home on that night, instead of calling for a ride. In my past seventeen years, I didn’t dare to step into town without an escort.
The fresh night breezes stroke my face. The night was calm and beautiful.
I was accompanied only by my shadow and the clicking sound of my specially designed shoe on the pavement.
I didn’t fear the dark or the silent. I wasn’t aware of the danger that was surrendering; instead I was focusing on the smoothness of nature. I couldn’t stop praising the bewitching hour of the beauteous night.
Cover by the enticing endless sky, I was the only human being in sight.
I continued to breathe in the fresh air along with the bitterness of bleak and sorrowful feelings.
The night felt feel like an escape to a magical paradise. If only there was a way to make this scene last forever. I wouldn’t hesitate to sign the contract with my own blood. The spell will wear off when the first dot of dawn returns. The morning will bring along the dark gloomily clouds and woefulness feelings.
I’ll be back at that heavily drench mansion with lessons to be learn and skills to be master by heart. I’ll return back to the life that is divided according to time and schedule. Just the thought of it brought on a burden.
I stared back at the ground. A shadow suddenly dances upon the ground, cutting swiftly through my shadow. I could hear the swoop above me, I knew that something had just flew passed me.
My heart dropped, I immediately jerk my head up, to look around and above me. The air was clear, the night was silent and calm again.
A huge part of me was wishing that I had never left the party. I managed to convince myself that the shadow was nothing more than a large bird, but my guts were warning me that the shadow was too big and too fast to be a bird. I ignored the warning.
I was already half way to home, what differences would it make to turn back now? I question myself.
So I swallow my fear and continued on walking.
Though I tried to, I couldn’t fully convinced myself, I’ve became very cautious. I moved at a faster pasted and focus my eyes straight on what lied ahead.
Another cool breeze brushes against my body.
Instead of the wonderful feeling from earlier, now I’m feeling the chills and I’ve begun to panic a little.
In that moment, I was not suspecting that I’m being followed. I knew for sure that there was someone behind me. The only thing that I wasn’t uncertain of was whether or not that shadow behind me was planning to do me any misfortune.
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Answer by Jazz
It’s a vampire story so you are automatically a bad writer.
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